Major P's Poems

reading this is bringing tears to my eyes, it's so good. "To my intelligent friend" was amazing, just to name one. Right now I can't offer criticism, but maybe tomorrow. Right now I'm just going to enjoy.

 

This is a poem I wrote with my friend, Mych.

Slam

Tick, tock,
she is on a trip.
The fountain
is turned off
at night at -
at at -
at -
Elevator. Ouch, I

bumped my head.
From the tile,
it's not so far,
but from the ground?
Atmospheric.

Stool
to stool, desk
to desk - Do
you know where
your heart is? Dude, I

seriously suggest
you get elevated.

 

damn man, that rocked.

 

haha, here's the story: we were in art class, very bored. we stood on the tables and ate pretzels. when we talked the ceiling vibrated because our mouths were close to it. that was how the second part of the poem was born.

the first part came into being last night. we are on a school trip in monaco. it was night. we were sitting in a plaza. a french woman walked by. the next three sentences that came out of our mouths were the first part.

we plan to perform it at the school poetry slam. we will do it overdramatically in ultrabeat fashion. we will be dressed in black and have two chairs onstage with us. we will fall from the chairs.

thank you for liking it!

 

An old one. Lyrics. Bluesy.

Green Mind

I must escape from the city
to my castle of leaves
take me away from the anger;
there's too much here that grieves
I've got to find out how to fly to a far-away land
I've got to find myself a green mind again

It's all this pavement and concrete
they've cemented my brain
Reflections mimic the sun;
gravel's passed off as rain
I've got to find the path that leads to a far-away land
where I can find myself a green mind again

There are no stars in here
only the orange glow
Smog above
shit below
I'll write a ticket to the summetime

Now I awake to the fragrance
of the air on my face
and I can walk when I want to,
'cause the sun sets the pace
I've got my billowing palace and my heart in my hands
since I've found myself a green mind again.

 

Cool Poem

 

you got it goin man, work on th is brain recorder with me! might help

 

ha ha ha yes I see your recipe now, very good, now tell all these people you took em for suckers and won !

ha ha ha

toad-goats - yeah I like it !

heres one of mine


Germolene bathtub
The Hillary girl
wild flag flickering
wild war raging
banana hair gel
get up and go
some are starving for food
youre starving for love
wear the hair-gel
get into the bathtub
germolene girl

 

ronald right on it's a recipe and it uses metric measurements like cL instead of teaspoons etc the ingrediants are common household objects. liked your poem.

buddm4n I am working on a similar project myself at least it sounds so. I am intrigued please tell me more perhaps we could join forces.

 

an old one, real old. it's about a friend of mine and his amotivational syndrome.

Danny, Dear

Danny never really saw the point of school.
He may be a dropout, but he's no one's fool.
He's got a nasty habit, and it blows his mind
How all the selfish people can be so unkind.

Danny, dear, it's all right.
Danny, you are losing sight of everything.
Danny, try to stay awake.
Danny, darling, won't you take me down with you?
Take me down.

Danny looks around and he sees a mess.
He can't remember what it's like to suffer less.
In a world where everything is crueler than it seems,
Danny can't believe he's in someone's dreams.

Danny doesn't care that every single night
A girl is thinking of him 'fore she dims the light.
She's sitting there, wishing that he'd care for her,
And Danny, well, he's flattered, but he so unsure.

Danny dear, it's all right.
Danny, you are losing sight of everything.
Danny, try to stay awake.
Danny, darling, won't you take me down with you?
Take me down.

Danny, I will wait around another year,
and if you get your mind back, then you know I'm here.
I told you how I feel, how I love you so -
You say that you're a risk, but Danny I can't go -
I can't go.

Danny, dear, it's all right.
Danny, you are losing sight of everything.
Danny, try to stay awake.
Danny, darling, won't you take me down with you?
Take me down.

 

This is How it Happens

So this is how it happens -
in your anonymous yard,
on any autumn evening,
dark and early.

Who have you gathered?
They are the nameless,
the numberless, crowded
loosely on deck - smoking,
faceless, free-footed
candidates - decorations,
really, for adorning the night
with red eyes, and laughter,
and talk, but I do not see this -
the pack I approach is chosen,
a corral of wits
whose assumptions mix,
form, frame the universe -
they were here First,

and they are here for you,
my host - (I imagine,
as I cross the lawn - )
and you will be unhampered,
still older, but your eyes
will be less upon me, concerned
with your composition of riot
and glory, an assemblage
that answers a question
more important
than the one we so cheerfully

avoided and left
to chance (seduced as we were,
are,) by your inspiring
nonchalance, deadpan passion,
frank skepticism,
and that anti-hope (shorthand
for sincerity? nothing but a code
for - ah! never mind - ) my

God! Can we please fast-
forward past this crowd
to the irrisistable way
you can take me or leave me -
but no, I am spotted
by sweet, starving George,
and must justify myself
to the lurid bunch,

and I -just want
your mumble- jumble,
bleary, obscure
arm to rest warm
on my limp and loving
shoulders, and there! -

- you are seen,
and tongues melt
through the strangers -
you wave a little back -

and -now I can cross
to the sweatshirt
and beard and blue eyes.
Standing near you
I smile, (will we be
regular - ? ) we will

be whatever,

and this is how
it happens - combustion -
when communal showers
offer no outlet for the voice,
it explodes in silence,
in privacy, on borrowed looseleaf,
the right hand shielding the page
from prying eyes. Security -
my passion is not yet fit
for consumption! my

God, it's so good
to be home
with my confusing,
soothing, muddle-eyed man,
my dear, derranged,
waiting revolver.

 

"This is How it Happens" was very powerful, I really enjoyed it and want to read more but I'll have to come back again later... from this last post my favorite part was:

and I -just want
your mumble- jumble,
bleary, obscure
arm to rest warm
on my limp and loving
shoulders, and there! -

 

"This is How it Happens" is pure genius. An absolute gem! I can't even express it enough how much I loved everything about it, the style, the breaks, the flow, the wording, the subject, the scene, the end. The whole package delivers what I most love about poetry. It wrapped me in and held my attention till the very end. Thank you so much for writing this.

 

haha, thanks you guys... it could definitely be cut down a bunch but it's a sketch of the situation more than anything it feels good to be back!

 

"Song of the Red Desert" - your rhyme and flow are pretty incredible in this one. Soo smooth and polished and effortless, it was a joy to read.

"Bomb" - was kind of scary to me! it felt like watching some surreal horror movie, maybe it was just the part about an insect with jeweled eyes that freaked me out, not that it's a bad thing.

"Sake" - has a unique and different style from your usual, or perhaps it's just a different voice, which is really cool how you can switch voices. first stanza was like a tongue twister! so many w's.

"Lull" - loved your attention to detail. not only that but exactly the way you describe those details, very poetic, very calm. great mood. my favorite image was the moon in stripes.

 

"butter blue darkness, old flowers waiting" mmmm I liked that.

 

"Evening Light" - ahh jeweled insects again I really liked the narrative in this one and the way you told it.

"Telling" - haha wow I totally know how that goes. the intense urge to say something, something that you know will do nothing but hurt/destroy/ruin everything and yet in that instance of blurting it out you feel a rush of relief..momentary, illusive and cruel. powerful piece.

 

"Creeping Thing" - might as well be up there as my favorite poem by you..it's so intriguing, makes me want to read it again and again.

 

Ode to the Nineties Art Nerd


I'll start at the top, and that means horn rims:
turning any ready face from Clark Kent
to sarcastic, self-styled Superman.
He is a knight in faded flannel,
woolen underwear brazen beneath sawed-off sleeves.
His Cons are shredded from years of dragging
behind his mind, hated and venerated,
through the giant, ragged arc he inscribes
across Providence, NYC, LA.

TV has blown his underground sky-high.
So, baring teeth and soul,
he retreats once more into the breach.
His scene creeps deeper,
from urban cellars down to below the bedrock.
There he is safe, but it's a tight fit -
as tight as the flared lip
and tapered denim leg.

Oh! You nineties Art Nerd,
ephemeral,
your species fading, waning - why?
Your message scorns detection.
You know too well the stratagems
of self-protection.

 

Wow, I've never seen this thread 'cos most of it was from before I signed up but I will be back periodically to catch up on lost reading.

I like the 90's art-nerd. It describes a lot of people I met in London during the end of that decade more perfectly than any photograph could.

I love the way you write and I don't really have the talent nor any reason to pick apart anything here. I enjoyed this poem, the content, the descriptive derisory tone and the general flow. Like all of my favourite poems, it finishes strongly.

I will be back here. This thread will become one of my learning tools.
Peace,
A.